VII.
“I’ve got it!” The yell came from outside. “I’ve finally figured it out!” The barroom doors burst open letting in a draft of cold air, some snow and a plump, short, balding, old man. “Look here! Look, everyone, here’s the solution!” His pudgy fingers held up a piece of paper.
“Hold on! Hold on, old man! What is it you exactly found?” A very large, muscular, handsome man rose from his chair, which was heavily decorated with antlers and tusks. An almost-midget hovered around the large, hairy fellow.
Three blondes sighed loudly in the background.
“The meaning! I’ve finally found the meaning!”
“Now slow down. The meaning to what?”
“The meaning to life!” The bar grew silent. “And here it is!” Those in the barroom began to whisper.
“Let me see this meaning.” The brawny fellow snatched the paper from the old man. He turned it horizontally and then vertically.
The old man looked around. “But I need your help. I need someone to sponsor the printing of it. Will you help me out?”
“Sure, old man, we’ll help you out.” Arrogantly, the athletically endowed man picked up the old man and tossed him into a snow bank outside the bar. The barroom filled with laughter. “Crazy old Maurice, he’s always good for a laugh.” Gaston crumpled up the paper and threw it into the fireplace.
“Hold on! Hold on, old man! What is it you exactly found?” A very large, muscular, handsome man rose from his chair, which was heavily decorated with antlers and tusks. An almost-midget hovered around the large, hairy fellow.
Three blondes sighed loudly in the background.
“The meaning! I’ve finally found the meaning!”
“Now slow down. The meaning to what?”
“The meaning to life!” The bar grew silent. “And here it is!” Those in the barroom began to whisper.
“Let me see this meaning.” The brawny fellow snatched the paper from the old man. He turned it horizontally and then vertically.
The old man looked around. “But I need your help. I need someone to sponsor the printing of it. Will you help me out?”
“Sure, old man, we’ll help you out.” Arrogantly, the athletically endowed man picked up the old man and tossed him into a snow bank outside the bar. The barroom filled with laughter. “Crazy old Maurice, he’s always good for a laugh.” Gaston crumpled up the paper and threw it into the fireplace.